My nails dig into his back, the ache in me building all over again until every inch of me is begging for release. I’m dizzy, lost in the feel of him, the weight of him above me, the way his body moves with mine like we were made for one another.
He lifts his head, his eyes locking with mine. His gaze is dark, intense, filled with something deeper than just lust. There’s a raw vulnerability there, a look that makes my chest tighten, my heart twist. He’s not just taking me; he’s giving himself to me, in a way I wasn’t expecting.
“I need you,” he whispers, his forehead resting against mine. “I fucking need you,mí sueña.”
The words hit me harder than they should. I don’t know if it’s the heat of the moment, the way his voice shakes, or the weight behind them, but something about the way he says it makes mefeel like I’m falling. Like this is more than just sex. More than just desire. It’s everything.
I don’t answer him with words. Instead, I pull him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. My hands slide up to tangle in his hair, and I kiss him like he’s the only thing keeping me anchored to the earth.
He groans into my mouth, his body tensing as he pushes harder, faster. The friction is almost too much, my body burning with the overwhelming intensity of it all, and I feel that familiar tension coil in my stomach, tighter and tighter, ready to snap.
“That’s it. One more. Give me one more, baby,” he growls against my lips as one hand slips down between my thighs. Gabriel doesn’t miss a beat as he continues to thrust into me while his fingers circle my swollen clit. And within seconds, I fall apart in his arms all over again. Completely undone.
Gabriel is right behind me, his body shuddering as he buries his nose in the crook of my neck. His breath is hot and ragged against my skin. And his hips jerk one final time before I feel the hot spurts of his release.
For a moment, the world is still. Quiet, except for the sound of our breathing, heavy and uneven. Gabriel doesn’t move at first. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, he stays there, his weight comforting, his arms wrapped around me like he’s afraid to let go.
I close my eyes, letting myself sink into the warmth of him, the feel of his heartbeat slowly evening out against my chest.
“That was ….” He trails off, breathing heavily.
“Yeah. It was.” There’s a smile in my voice I don’t bother to hide.
With a quick kiss, Gabriel rolls off of me, his arms taking me with him and nestling my body into his side. “Thank you,” he murmurs, voice thick with exhaustion.
“For what? The orgasm?” I tease, poking at his side.
He flinches away with a smile that lets me know I found a ticklish spot. I might need to explore that another time. Maybe when I have more energy.
“No, you brat,” he admonishes but without any heat. “For being you. For …” He sighs, the sound filled with contentment. “For being exactly what I need.”
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The clangof lockers shutting echoes behind me as I walk out of the locker room, my bag slung over my shoulder. Sweat still clings to my skin, the burn of practice fresh in my muscles. I run a hand through my damp hair, catching sight of my boys just ahead. Atticus is laughing at something Felix said, probably something dumb, knowing him. Julio’s already got his helmet in hand, dark tattoos standing out against the sleeves of his shirt as he talks with Deacon.
It’s routine—practice, a little shit-talking, then the ride back to the soccer house. It’s comfortable. Predictable. And right now, predictable is what I need.
“Hey, G, you coming, or you planning to hang back and stare at us all day?” Atticus throws a grin over his shoulder, tossing his bag in the back of his car. With that white-blond hair and baby face, he looks more like a Slytherin reject than the PacNorth’s rising star goalie, but somehow, he still holds his own with our crew.
Felix follows his lead, brown hair tousled and messy, always with that laid-back vibe like he’s never stressed a day in his life.
I roll my eyes and give him a middle finger, dropping my own bag next to my Honda CBR 1000, matte black and sleek as hell. The sound of it starting up is like a second heartbeat to me—steady, grounding.
Julio swings his leg over his bike, and Deacon and Atticus are still cracking jokes by the car, but I can’t seem to shake this feeling. There’s an itch between my shoulders. That inexplicable feeling someone else is out here.
That’s when I spot him.
Stepbrother number two.
Fuck.
He’s heading my way, his face set with purpose. My mood sours instantly, the easy camaraderie with the guys disappearing as quickly as it came. Great. The last thing I need right now is another unwanted chat with mine and Carlos’s replacements.
“See you back at the house?” Atticus calls out, the guys already starting to pile into the car or onto their bikes. Felix gives me a quick wave, and Julio shoots me a look likeyou good?before they rev their engines and pull out.
I nod, even though I'm low-key pissed they’re leaving me to deal with this alone.
